chapter three ;; kim taehyung
taehyung's perspective
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It was shocking to see the same boy from earlier sitting across from me, so fragile and apparent yet a vast 3 meters between us. Bumping into him was like bumping into a ten year old child, and I was taken off guard when my eyes landed on someone unknown who looked mature yet young.

Staring at him now is inevitable at this point. When the black haired boy peers over, a look of confusion washes over his delicate features, eyes locked with mine. We stayed there for the rest of class. A 30 second timeline spanning into what felt like hours. It was calming, and I think that's why my face remained straight.

Just a moment before the bell blares, that Junior sheepishly breaks the line of eye contact and hides his soft features all he can. Mrs. Ka stands up from her desk and begins to speak as soon as he does prior to be cut off by the bell. Not that anyone was paying much attention anyways.

I fling up from my seat but pause for a moment as I watch the Junior (I think his name was Jeongguk?) try all he can to be one of the firsts to leave. It's funny if I'm being honest, like watching the runt of a litter trying to get to the food bowl. Nonetheless, Jeongguk was pushed further and further back, looking as if he was about to fall. An honorable action to keep him upright only resulted in a harsh shove that I feared might send him flying once more. But he didn't. My feet rushed to leave in order to avoid Jeongguk's doe eyes.

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I tap my pencil against the desk, awaiting for the last bell of the day to ring. With classwork finished and my book stupidly left in my locker, my last option would be to nap which is what Yoongi so obviously chose.

A soft snore emits from his lips, and mint hair messily lays over gently closed eyes eyes while the rest of his face is placed into his arms. Taking my pencil, the eraser towards Yoongi's end, I begin to slightly poke his head.

After three pokes, Yoongi's head quickly lifts up, groggy annoyance clear as day plastered over his face, sleeping crust around his half open eyes. Without even speaking, Yoongi grabs the pencil out of my hand and throws it behind him. "Yoongi," I loudly whisper, "you owe me a pencil for that."

"I owe you a slap to the face." He grumbles, head encased in his arms again "Now shut your bubble gum mouth up and let me sleep." My mouth opens in agape at that, staring down at the nonchalant boy with confusion, feeling slightly offended, "It's not nice to stare." I let out a strangled sound of defeat. Yoongi tilts his head slightly towards me. A playful smile with no teeth shows, "Don't get too upset that I can own your ass." He adds before going back to sleep.

"Taehyung and Yoongi, this is your only warning." Mr. What's-His-Name booms from across the classroom, causing me to duck my head down.

"Sorry, Mister." I say back to be respectful, but Yoongi only grunts.

"You're such a lazy house cat." I sigh and sit back into my seat with crossed arms.

"How is that a bad thing?"

"Good point."

When the bell finally sounds, I jump up with an adrenaline residing deep beneath my skin. The few times I'm groped in the overheated hallways go unfazed, mind too preoccupied with one thing: practice.

Out of me being hectic and rushing down the tightly packed hallways, I slam into someone, causing us both to stumble (third time today fuck I really can't catch a break). It didn't help that they were quickly going to their destination as well, and I regained my balance as their figure remained sitting on the floor.

"Hey, are you alright?" I ask, reaching my hand out to help up whoever I knocked down. They look up with innocent eyes, catching me off guard. I chuckle lightly with my hand still extended forward, "We need to stop meeting like this, Jeongguk."

His eyes ever so slightly widen once I say his name. Without using my outstretched hand for help, the small Junior gets up on his own, "I'm fine, thanks for asking." His quiet voice mumbles away, his head still low. I couldn't help but frown at the action, sad that he didn't want to use my help. Did he really not like me that much? Granted, this was our first time speaking but still.

I let out an exasperated sigh before spinning on my heels and going back on my path to the locker room. I mentally curse myself, upset that I'll be late to getting out on the field. Namjoon must take my place now.

After minutes of running and panting and running some more in order to reach the other side of school in time, I weakly reach out once being met with the locker room door and messily shove it open. No sign of life shoes within the small space, so as soon as I enter, I'm frantically unbuttoning my pants like my life depends on it, although I groan a bit once realizing that I hadn't taken my shoes off first, bending down to untie them before kicking them off and continuing to peel my jeans down to my ankles.

"You better slow down there, dumbass." Someone comments. I snap around to see Hoseok staring at me from the doorway, a smirk on his face.

"Shut up." Seokjin then tells him, rushing to Hoseok's side while panting, "but really, Taeyhung, don't hurt yourself by being careless." Seokjin kindly says, staring at me with sincere eyes.

I chuckle at his behavior, shrugging it off, "I'm fine, don't worry. A little fall won't hurt...Why're you in here anyways? You two don't play football." I question while putting on my padding, practically fully undressed now.

"I came here to see Namjoon, of course," Seokjin quietly says, his face becoming a shade of light pink, "and this is a shortcut to the field."

"Ah," I nod, pulling up my pants and beginning to put on my shoulder pads, "then why is Hoseok here?"

Hoseok shrugs, "I felt left out." He frowns, some of his brown hair flopping into his face in the process.

"But Yoongi isn't here, is he?" I ask them, finally pulling my jersey over my torso and grab my helmet.

"Yeah, although he's being snarky to some of the cockier players. It's the best thing I've ever seen, gah." Hoseok widely smiles with a bit of laughter to his voice. Seokjin and I smile with him, adoring the sarcastic mint fluff ball.

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"Please," Yoongi shouts from the sidelines in disbelief, "my grandma could've caught that throw...and she's dead!" He sits back down onto the bleachers with a look of pure disapproval on his face, "I swear, Namjoon, I will rip your hands off, as you don't know how to fucking use them to catch a tos- Hey guys." Yoongi cuts himself off mid sentence, his attention now towards us.

"We can't trust you alone for a second, can we?" Hoseok comments, Yoongi smiling back at him.

"Don't know why you're surprised." Yoongi says, "I don't even know what's happening. I just know that people shout at these things, and it seems fun to shout at sweaty teenagers trying to run after a ball."

I harshly slap Yoongi's arm, yet he remains un-phased, "What was that for?" He loosely clutches his side now.

"It's more than just sweaty teenagers running after a ball." I defensively tell him.

"Oh, sorry, I mean running after and catching a ball." Yoongi hums, making Hoseok and Seokjin cackle.

"Well played, Yoongi." A deep voice speaks, making us all turn around, and as soon as we do, Seokjin's on his feet and rushing over to the pink haired boy taking off his helmet.

"Joonie!" Seokjin happily says, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend for a tight hug. Namjoon tightly hugs him back, their backs slowly spinning and running his arm up and down Seokjin's back, "Ew. Ew! You're sweaty, get off." Seokjin complains.

"What did you expect? I was working hard out there."

"Didn't look like it." Yoongi says, now laying across the bleacher with his head comfortably on Hoseok's lap.

Namjoon only grins at Yoongi's behavior, a dimple showing, "Coach is giving us a break. You'll be taking my place once we start again." I nod along with Namjoon's words.

"Hey...isn't that the new kid in our class?" Yoongi sits up from Hoseok's lap and shortly points over to a small figure staring out onto the field, seeming to be staying for a while as he sits down onto a bleacher far away from ours.

"Yeah." I say, looking over at him.

"He's not easy to trip." Hoseok sadly says.

"Hm?" A flame softly licked at my gut for a second.

"I tried to trip him, but he didn't fall. He saw my foot and then gave me a death glare." Seokjin slaps him on the side of the head, scolding the younger, "Ow!" Hoseok yelps, holding the side of his head, "That fucking hurts!"

"Good." Seokjin sadly says while Namjoon wraps his arm around the boy for a side hold, "And I'm glad he glared at you too. I feel bad for the boy, being put with you three. He must be terrified."

"He seems scary." Hoseok responds.

"He seems lonely." Yoongi adds, sympathy engraved onto his face.

"He seems interesting." I softly resound, earning looks from the other four boys, "I mean, he just seems...weird, I guess you could say."

"I wouldn't say weird." Seokjin says, "That's rude."

"Different." Namjoon speaks up, causing Seokjin to smile over at him.

"Yeah, different works." The eldest smiles.

"He's quiet, that's for sure. He doesn't seem to like others too. Not new people at least." I gloomily continue onto the others' comments.

"Why do you say that?" Yoongi tilts his head to the side slightly while unwrapping a blue lollipop.

"I had lots of encounters with him today, especially one during dismissal. We bumped into each other for the second time that day-"

"What a careless boy." Seokjin airily smiles against the comment.

"He is. He's not very nice, either. He fell when we bumped into each other since he was rushing as well. I held my hand out to help him since I felt bad, but he wouldn't even look at me for more than two seconds. He didn't even take my hand."

"I guess it's not that odd. You're a stranger." Namjoon says.

"I know." I look over to the black haired boy. His headphones are in his ears like usual. Jeongguk's hoodie is off now, black gauges somehow clear as daylight now.

"What's his name, though?" Hoseok asks out loud running his hands through Yoongi's hair while the latter's face is content, eyes closed, blue lollipop in mouth.

"Jeongguk." I answer, glancing over at them before back at the boy who had both of his hands in his lap, seeming to observe the cheerleaders that form a pyramid. He looks quite bored, making me wonder why he's here in the first place.

"Do you think he has any friends?" Seokjin asks us. We all shake our heads in unison, "Well...now he will." Removing himself from Namjoon's grip, Seokjin trails over to the extremely silent boy who didn't even notice Seokjin's brown hair before he tapped Jeongguk's shoulder.

He was petrified, slightly jumping at the sudden touch from someone he didn't know. Cautiously, Jeongguk took out both of his headphones, looking up at Seokjin with worried eyes. Seokjin's hands slightly move around as he speaks to Jeongguk. A light smile forms on the younger's face, although it doesn't last very long. How come he talks to Seokjin but not me? I ask myself.

Jeongguk's eyes slowly trail over to us as Seokjin continues to speak, his lips slightly parted in thought. His pale complexion looked extremely clear, but his eyes definitely weren't. You could tell that he was thinking extremely hard, seeming to figure out something that was difficult for him to answer. Seokjin has stopped talking, seeming to be waiting for something.

Then, Jeongguk's lips finally move, although it was only a few words, and as soon as he says those short lived words, he looks down at his phone, leaving Seokjin to turn around and leave the petite boy alone, a slight frown set onto his large lips.

"He doesn't want to hang out with us." Seokjin pouts, walking over to Namjoon who put an arm around his shoulders.

"It's alright," Namjoon tells the elder with care, "it's not your fault that he doesn't want to come over."

"But he smiled, surely that meant something. I think that he was just flattered by my proposal."

"At least you tried." Hoseok adds in an attempt to comfort his hyung.

"Mmm." Yoongi grumbles, falling asleep but still aware of our conversation.

"Yoongi, you better not choke on the lollipop stick while sleeping." Seokjin says.

Yoongi opens opens up one of his closed eyes, "Yah, does it look like I'm sleeping?"

"You were about to." Hoseok comments, looking down at the pale boy's calm face.

"Shush, if I'm mad at you, I'll want to move, but I don't want to because you're comfortable to lay on." Yoongi tells Hoseok with both of his eyes closed once more.

Hoseok grabs the plastic lollipop stick out of Yoongi's closed mouth, seeing that there is no longer any blue ball of sugar at the end, "Was this cotton candy flavor?" Yoongi nods, "Do you have any others?" Yoongi nods, "Can I have it?" Yoongi blindly digs through his jean's pocket, pulling out a cherry lollipop and handing it to Hoseok, "Thanks." Hoseok unwraps the treat, putting it into his mouth with a slight smile.

Coach glares my way once the whistle sounds, trapped between his small lips which form circles in the process, "Kim, you're 10 minutes late." Arms remaining curled over his large and puffed chest, he huffs and shakes his bald head, "4 ways across the field."

"I know, sorry, coach." It's useless to come up with an excuse whilst jogging out to the left goal.

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Ahh I feel like these updates are too slow and not filled with anything. At least this one was kinda long nd kinda shows how the relationships between the boys are. (Yoongi being a straight savage w them)

There's gonna be more with Jungkook and Taehyung next chapter, I promise.